Текст песни Big Sky - Runrig
                                                The 
                                                light 
                                                is 
                                                on 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                all 
                                                time 
                                                is 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                i'm 
                                                going 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                clachnan
 
                                    
                                
                                                to 
                                                stem 
                                                the 
                                                rush 
                                                of 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                Big 
                                                sky 
                                                above 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Powerline 
                                                overhead
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                lifted 
                                                up 
                                                enraptured
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                falling 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                feet
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                looking 
                                                over 
                                                colourfields
 
                                    
                                
                                                Past 
                                                the 
                                                white 
                                                sands
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                our 
                                                human 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                waiting 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breaking 
                                                the 
                                                seed
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                coming 
                                                againGathering 
                                                the 
                                                windReturning 
                                                to 
                                                claim 
                                                    a 
                                                harvest
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                lifted 
                                                where 
                                                    i 
                                                stand
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                never-ending 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                coming 
                                                to 
                                                sense 
                                                of 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                wind 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                barley
 
                                    
                                
                                                your 
                                                early 
                                                dream
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                rising 
                                                choir 
                                                of 
                                                birdsong
 
                                    
                                
                                                your 
                                                fields 
                                                of 
                                                summer 
                                                green
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                all 
                                                passing 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                no 
                                                complains
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                row 
                                                of 
                                                unlit 
                                                candles
 
                                    
                                
                                                Waiting 
                                                the 
                                                gate 
                                                of 
                                                saints
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                borderline
 
                                    
                                
                                                Between 
                                                the 
                                                moment
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                shining 
                                                miles
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                far 
                                                streching 
                                                stones
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                lines 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                sown
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                coming 
                                                againGathering 
                                                the 
                                                windReturning 
                                                to 
                                                claim 
                                                    a 
                                                harvest
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                lifted 
                                                where 
                                                    i 
                                                stand
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                neverending 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                coming 
                                                to 
                                                sense 
                                                of 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                light 
                                                of 
                                                ancient 
                                                shine
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                your 
                                                ordinary 
                                                lives
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                joyed 
                                                went 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                lines 
                                                of 
                                                harvest
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                open 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                Open 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                sand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Returning 
                                                again 
                                                in 
                                                Clachan
 
                                    
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